This rooftop is part of a still-frame. It's the rooftop drive-in movie: where your imagination wanders and free-associates shapes, shots, and visual frames with other narratives. Consider, stereotypically, Polanski's Chinatown, and how (surprisingly enough) its visual narrative constantly evades the representation of a neon-lit, grit-caked Chinese restaurant, bathed in the sickly glow of the midnight streetlights. The rooftop is Raymond Chandler's territory now; a particular angle, a particular lighting inserts it into the narrative of the noir. This is the ideal drive-in movie: the one which tells all stories that you demand of it.

["A check girl in peach-bloom Chinese pajamas came over to take my hat and disapprove of my clothes. She had eyes like strange sins. " -- Raymond Chandler, "The High Window"]